dirt ft. lilbludd42 (vonntay diss)
• Written by wasp • Featuring Vonntay and lilbludd42
wasp's Notes
i made another cuz the last one was a response and defensive.
look, your careers a flatline no pulse, just a hummer
dress like the summer but your flows is December
you talkin' like you bright? man, thats just a lumen
you vs. me or you vs. your demons?
either way, Ls gettin' fed-exed out
lights out when I tech-check out
swervin' in my lane? better neck-check out
you diet coke weight, I aint even flexed out
no matter what stage they give you, you still guesthouse
your thirst for respect? man, thats a set-up
I'd say I'll body your set, but you'd Netflix that
im smokin' all you rappers in my spliff thats a "Legion Pack"
the irony, they told me to "let it go"
now every bar got em beggin' for a medic, though
im wicked with the left hooks, ask your dentist, bro
fuck yall still talkin' for? get your digits up
om really the goat, should've quit while you was kiddo, bruh
better yet, call your pastor im killin' your buzz
I put the last rapper in a urn
now im back just to flip through his journals
told yall, rhyme for rhyme, aint fuckin' with son
they larp rappers more ready for comic-con
who want it with the rap prodigy? take a number, sit in dirt
I move through months fast like a calendar flip
im the real nightmare, yall niggas just freddy wannabes
fuck takin' yall serious, yall just parody
all them shots yall took? I aint even shift feet
sonned yall, tariq aint the only thing gettin' deep
triple entendre dont ask how I stacked this verse
punchlines hit like alis nurse
tell em real rap back like a vertebrae crack
and yall niggas gettin' passed like a back-alley pack, chill
I heard somes call you "fragile"
no wonder why your hands is shaky
each a man to battle, nah, I'd rather break him
im a titan, word to jason
flexin' on you bums, aint move a tendon
the kid from crown heights got the whole town lit
they jabs weak now, workin' on they ground game
look, vonntay was so last fiscal
now im hearin' noise 'bout some nigga named "missile"
who wanna be next on the dissection table?
how many fake kings gotta die by the fable?
tryna take a bite of the throne? thats a fable
ima split atoms like fission when I label
with the finisher, eyes on the prize, hand on the steel
dont make me peel ya better keep still
cause if it get real, im dotting I's like a cursive drill
the plot thicker than serenas will, uh-uh.
/// lilbludd42 \\\
Aye you fucking with bro what you here fo I blow yah brains too the floor
then I push the pedal to the metal and watch out for me or I murder you
volently real brutality to the max I’m pushing drugs and slugs and ima
shoot you make bullets holes go through you oh
boo you fuck you suck my twink you wanke you lookin like mr hankey
